Hope Is Nature's Veil For Hiding Truth's

Kant's Style Is So Heavy That After His Pure Reason, The Reader Longs For Unreasonableness.

A Recluse Without Books And Ink Is Already In Life A Dead Man.

Nature Is Man's Teacher. She Unfolds Her Treasures To His Search, Unseals His Eye, Illumes His Mind, And Purifies His Heart; An Influence Breathes From All The Sights And Sounds Of Her Existence.

If I Have A Thousand Ideas And Only One Turns Out To Be Good, I Am Satisfied.

My Home Is Where I Work, And I Work Everywhere.